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That's how it gradually came to be, that a high-ranking Xuan Guang cultivator would have some junior brothers and sisters following behind them in groups of three or five.,While others parting from the mountain would hold feasts and revel until dawn, sharing farewells with friends and hoping for a reunion, he last night alone drank a pot of tea.,Just like everyone else, Zhao Fuyun knelt behind a low table. On his left and right sat two beautiful young girls.。